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O  LITTLE  TOWN  OF  BETHLEHEM 


A  CHRISTMAS  CAROL 


CONSTANT  CHRISTMAS 


THE  VOICE  OF  THE  CHRIST-CHILD 


CHRISTMAS  ONCE  IS  CHRISTMAS  STILL 


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O  LITTLE  TOWN  OF  BETHLEHEM 


LITTLE  town  of  Bethlehem, 
How  still  we  see  thee  lie! 
Above  thy  deep  and  dreamless  sleep 

The  silent  hours  go  by. 
Yet  in  thy  dark  street  shineth 
The  everlasting  Light; 
The  hopes  and  fears  of  all  the  years 
Are  met  in  thee  to-night. 


[   "   ] 


O  morning  stars,  together 

Proclaim  the  holy  birth! 
And  praises  sing  to  God  the  King, 

And  peace  to  men  on  earth. 
For  Christ  is  born  of  Mary 

And  gathered  all  above. 
While  mortals  sleep  the  Angels  keep 

Their  watch  of  wondering  love. 


How  silently,  how  silently. 

The  wondrous  gift  is  given! 
So  God  imparts  to  human  hearts 

The  blessings  of  His  Heaven. 
No  ear  may  hear  His  coming; 

But  in  this  world  of  sin. 
Where  meek  souls  will  receive  Him  still. 

The  dear  Christ  enters  in. 


Where  children  pure  and  happy 

Pray  to  the  blessed  Child, 
Where  Misery  cries  out  to  Thee, 

Son  of  the  Mother  mild. 
Where  Charity  stands  watching. 

And  Faith  holds  wide  the  door. 
The  dark  night  wakes,  the  glory  breaks. 

And  Christmas  comes  once  more. 

[     12    ] 


O  holy  Child  of  Bethlehem, 

Descend  to  us  we  pray ! 
Cast  out  our  sin  and  enter  in, 

Be  born  in  us  to-day. 
We  hear  the  Christmas  angels 

The  great  glad  tidings  tell; 
O,  come  to  us,  abide  with  us, 

O  Lord  Emmanuel ! 


[   13  ] 


A  CHRISTMAS  CAROL 


A  CHRISTMAS  CAROL 

IVERYWHERE,  everywhere,  Christmas  to-night! 
Christmas  in  lands  of  the  fir  tree  and  pine, 
Christmas  in  lands  of  the  palm  tree  and  vine; 
Christmas  where  snow-peaks  stand  solemn  and 
white, 

Christmas  where  corn-fields  lie  sunny  and  bright; 
Everywhere,  everywhere,  Christmas  to-night! 


Christmas  where  children  are  hopeful  and  gay, 
Christmas  where  old  men  are  patient  and  gray; 
Christmas  where  peace,  like  a  dove  in  its  flight. 
Broods  o'er  brave  men  in  the  thick  of  the  fight; 
Everywhere,  everywhere,  Christmas  to-night! 


For  the  Christ-child  who  comes  is  the  Master  of  all, 
No  palace  too  great  and  no  cottage  too  small; 
The  Angels  who  welcome  Him  sing  from  the  height, 
"In  the  city  of  David  a  King  in  His  might." 
Everywhere,  everywhere,  Christmas  to-night! 


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Then  let  every  heart  keep  its  Christmas  within, 
Christ's  pity  for  sorrow,  Christ's  hatred  of  sin, 
Christ's  care  for  the  weakest,  Christ's  courage  for  right, 
Christ's  dread  of  the  darkness,  Christ's  love  of  the  light; 
Everywhere,  everywhere,  Christmas  to-night! 


So  the  stars  of  the  midnight  which  compass  us  round 
Shall  see  a  strange  glory,  and  hear  a  sweet  sound, 
And  cry,  "Look!  the  earth  is  aflame  with  delight, 
O  sons  of  the  morning,  rejoice  at  the  sight." 
Everywhere,  everywhere,  Christmas  to-night! 


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CONSTANT  CHRISTMAS 


CONSTANT  CHRISTMAS 


HE  sky  can  still  remember 
The  earliest  Christmas  morn. 

When  in  the  cold  December 
The  Saviour,  Christ,  was  born. 


And  still  in  darkness  clouded, 
And  still  in  noonday  light. 

It  feels  its  far  depths  crowded 
With  Angels  fair  and  bright. 


No  star  unfolds  its  glory. 
No  trumpet  wind  is  blown. 

But  tells  the  Christmas  story 
In  music  of  its  own. 


No  eager  strife  of  mortals 

In  busy  field  or  town 
But  sees  the  opened  portals 

Through  which  the  Christ  comes  down. 


[    21     ] 


O  never-failing  splendour! 

O  never-silent  song! 
Still  keep  the  green  earth  tender, 

Still  keep  the  gray  earth  strong. 


Still  keep  the  brave  earth  dreaming 
Of  deeds  that  shall  be  done, 

While  children's  lives  come  streaming 
Like  sunbeams  from  the  sun. 


O  Angels  sweet  and  splendid, 
Throng  in  our  hearts  and  sing 

The  wonders  which  attended 
The  coming  of  the  King. 


Till  we  too,  boldly  pressing 

Where  once  the  shepherds  trod, 

Climb  Bethlehem's  Hill  of  Blessing, 
And  find  the  Son  of  God! 


[    22    ] 


THE  VOICE  OF  THE  CHRIST-CHILD 


THE  VOICE  OF  THE  CHRIST-CHILD 


HE  earth  has  grown  cold  with  its  burden  of  care, 

But  at  Christmas  it  always  is  young, 
The  heart  of  the  jewel  burns  lustrous  and  fair, 
And  its  soul  full  of  music  breaks  forth  on  the  air. 
When  the  song  of  the  Angels  is  sung. 


It  is  coming,  old  earth,  it  is  coming  to-night, 

On  the  snowflakes  which  cover  thy  sod, 
The  feet  of  the  Christ-child  fall  gently  and  white, 
And  the  voice  of  the  Christ-child  tells  out  with  delight 
That  mankind  are  the  children  of  God. 


On  the  sad  and  the  lonely,  the  wretched  and  poor, 

That  voice  of  the  Christ-child  shall  fall ; 
And  to  every  blind  wanderer  opens  the  door 
Of  a  hope  which  he  dared  not  to  dream  of  before, 
With  a  sunshine  of  welcome  for  all. 


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The  feet  of  the  humblest  may  walk  in  the  field 

Where  the  feet  of  the  holiest  have  trod. 
This,  this  is  the  marvel  to  mortals  revealed. 
When  the  silvery  trumpets  of  Christmas  have  pealed. 
That  mankind  are  the  children  of  God. 


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CHRISTMAS  ONCE  IS  CHRISTMAS  STILL 


CHRISTMAS  ONCE  IS  CHRISTMAS  STILL 


HE  silent  skies  are  full  of  speech 

For  who  hath  ears  to  hear; 
The  winds  are  whispering  each  to  each, 

The  moon  is  calling  to  the  beach, 
And  stars  their  sacred  wisdom  teach 


Of  Faith,  and  Love,  and  Fear. 


But  once  the  sky  its  silence  broke, 
And  song  o'erflowed  the  earth. 

The  midnight  air  with  glory  shook, 
And  Angels  mortal  language  spoke. 

When  God  our  human  nature  took 
In  Christ  the  Saviour's  birth. 


And  Christmas  once  is  Christmas  still; 

The  gates  through  which  He  came. 
And  forests  wild  and  murmuring  rill. 

And  fruitful  field  and  breezy  hill. 
And  all  that  else  the  wide  world  fill 

Are  vocal  with  His  name. 


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Shall  we  not  listen  while  they  sing 

This  latest  Christmas  morn, 
And  music  hear  in  everything, 

And  faithful  lives  in  tribute  bring 
To  the  great  song  which  greets  the  King 

Who  comes  when  Christ  is  born? 


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AN  EASTER  CAROL 


EASTER  ANGELS 


THE  EASTER  FLOWER 


AN  EASTER  CAROL 


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OMB,  thou  shalt  not  hold  Him  longer; 
Death  is  strong,  but  Life  is  stronger; 
Stronger  than  the  dark,  the  light; 
Stronger  than  the  wrong,  the  right. 
Faith  and  Hope  triumphant  say, 
Christ  will  rise  on  Easter-Day. 


While  the  patient  earth  lies  waking. 
Till  the  morning  shall  be  breaking. 
Shuddering  'neath  the  burden  dread 


[  35  ] 


Of  her  Master,  cold  and  dead. 
Hark!  she  hears  the  angels  say, 
Christ  will  rise  on  Easter-Day. 


And  when  sunrise  smites  the  mountains. 
Pouring  light  from  heavenly  fountains, 
Then  the  earth  blooms  out  to  greet 
Once  again  the  blessed  feet; 
And  her  countless  voices  say, 
Christ  has  risen  on  Easter-Day. 


Up  and  down  our  lives  obedient 

Walk,  dear  Christ,  with  footsteps  radiant. 

Till  those  garden  lives  shall  be 

Fair  with  duties  done  for  Thee ; 

And  our  thankful  spirits  say, 

Christ  arose  on  Easter-Day. 


[  36  ] 


EASTER  ANGELS 


EASTER  ANGELS 


OD  hath  sent  His  Angels 
To  the  earth  again, 

Bringing  joyful  tidings 
To  the  sons  of  men. 


They  who  first  at  Christmas 
Thronged  the  heavenly  way, 

Now  beside  the  tomb-door 
Sit  on  Easter-Day. 


Angels,  sing  His  triumph 
As  you  sang  His  birth, 

"Christ  the  Lord  is  risen, 
Peace,  good  will  on  earth." 


In  the  dreadful  desert 

Where  the  Lord  was  tried, 
There  the  faithful  Angels 

Gathered  at  His  side, 


[   39  ] 


And  when  in  the  Garden, 
Grief,  and  pain,  and  care 

Bowed  Him  down  with  anguish, 
They  were  with  Him  there. 


Yet  the  Christ  they  honour 
Is  the  same  Christ  still. 

Who,  in  light  and  darkness. 
Did  His  Father's  will. 


And  the  tomb,  deserted, 
Shineth  like  the  sky, 

Since  He  passed  out  from  it, 
Into  vidory. 


God  has  still  His  Angels 
Helping,  at  His  word. 

All  His  faithful  children, 
Like  their  faithful  Lord. 


[  40  ] 


Soothing  them  in  sorrow, 
Arming  them  in  strife, 

Opening  wide  the  tomb-doors. 
Leading  into  Hfe. 


Father,  send  Thine  Angels 
Unto  us,  we  pray; 

Leave  us  not  to  wander 
All  along  our  way. 


Let  them  guard  and  guide  us, 

Whereso'er  we  be. 
Till  our  resurrection 

Brings  us  home  to  Thee. 


[  41  ] 


THE  EASTER  FLOWER 


THE  EASTER  FLOWER 


Garden  by  the  City  gate 

Where  seeds  of  flowers  are  sown, 
What  seed  is  this  they  bring  in  state 

With  grief  and  sob  and  moan? 


They  hide  it  in  the  silent  ground. 

And  sadly  turn  away, 
The  dark  earth  closes  it  around 

Beneath  the  closing  day. 


And  there  its  patient  rest  it  takes, 

With  folded  life  and  power. 
Till,  when  the  third  bright  morning  breaks, 

Behold  it  bursts  to  flower! 


And  ever  since  the  new-made  sun 
Turned  Eden's  slopes  to  green. 

Of  all  Earth's  gardens  not  in  one 
So  fair  a  flower  was  seen. 


[  45  ] 


It  glows  with  faith  and  charity, 
With  love  for  man  and  God, 

In  it  a  hope  which  cannot  die 
Springs  from  the  bursting  clod. 


A  Rose  whose  heart  is  mystic  Love, 
Whose  fragrance  fills  the  Earth, 

While  happy  Heaven  which  bends  above 
Sings  at  the  blessed  birth. 


O  Risen  Christ!  O  Easter  Flower! 

How  dear  Thy  Grace  has  grown! 
From  East  to  West,  with  loving  power, 

Make  all  the  world  Thine  own. 


And  make  our  hearts  Thy  gardens.  Bloom 

In  them,  dear  Lord,  and  be 
Their  life  of  life  till  Life  gives  room 

To  Immortality! 


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